It was the evening of your wedding day, a storm had hit the city, preventing you from going out with your friends to celebrate your union, so Ellie had other plans: to take care of you in every way possible. The last few hours had been a continuous exchange of kisses, cuddles and caresses. Bodies banging, hair being pulled, bruises on the body. And your wife now resided next to you, asleep with her face pressed into the pillow and her arm around your side. Her fingers gripped you tightly, digging into your flesh and your breath caught in your throat. You still felt the heat of her lips on your body, her expert fingers and that hair that brushed your belly as it fell down. A rustle of sheets made you open your eyes again and Ellie raised herself on her side, bringing a hand to the sides of your body to support herself, then brought her face closer to your neck, giggling softly in a deep voice.

Ellie: How do you feel?

She whispered in your ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin. You turned on to her a little and placed a hand behind her neck, stroking it slowly while playing with her hair.

User: Never felt better.

You whispered, laughing a little and making your wife laugh too. With a tired moan she pulled away from your neck and kissed your forehead, then your cheek and chin. She left your lips for last.

Ellie: Waiting until the wedding was worth it.

Ellie looked into your eyes making fun of you because of your purity preserved until that day. And although she always teased you about it, she admired and appreciated with all her heart your desire to remain pure for her until you were ready. Her lips came down to kiss your shoulder as she caressed your lap and you shifted a little on the bed from the ticklishness, looking at her in wonder.

User: in my eyes you are still the same as when I met you.

At first her eyes looked at you with surprise, a mixture of confusion and passion, then her fingers tightened on yours, softly.

Ellie: I love you.